tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81200008703812754732017-09-04T15:21:16.381-07:00Chats with ChickyChats with ChickyMichelle Davisnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-12673078006708925292013-09-21T14:53:00.001-07:002013-09-21T17:37:38.721-07:00YACTOAY part two...California trip. <span style="font-size: large;">I decided to split this up into two sections, so that you weren't just scrolling through pictures. We were on the California road trip for about half the time they were here though, so that's where the majority of the pictures came from. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKBZjP2uK_U/Uj3u1aYre7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ks4i8rqGRlw/s1600/chicky27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKBZjP2uK_U/Uj3u1aYre7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ks4i8rqGRlw/s320/chicky27.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">On the way out, while we were driving through Utah, we saw this random trailer full of watermelons. There must be some story that went along with it!! It was really tempting to steal one, but being the good people that we are, we didn't! Plus it would have made a mess in my car which would have been totally unacceptable.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aD7UEoAcW5I/Uj3y8l_7ogI/AAAAAAAAALE/ji48sZGW0Vk/s1600/chicky33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aD7UEoAcW5I/Uj3y8l_7ogI/AAAAAAAAALE/ji48sZGW0Vk/s200/chicky33.jpg" width="200" /></a><br /><br /><br />T<span style="font-size: large;">his is my new car by the way. A beautiful '98 For Taurus...with no air conditioner, which most definitely made things interesting. It wasn't bad until we got to Arizona. Then it was like you were living in a hair dryer.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qmPvCRWxIs/Uj3uoIR3JBI/AAAAAAAAAII/UgPbeucYJaQ/s1600/chicky11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qmPvCRWxIs/Uj3uoIR3JBI/AAAAAAAAAII/UgPbeucYJaQ/s400/chicky11.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZqjjGM_f1E/Uj44vLgTwDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ee6we20asLs/s1600/chicky21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XZqjjGM_f1E/Uj44vLgTwDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ee6we20asLs/s320/chicky21.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just some road tripping stuff!!&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-Pxt_bGh3s/Uj3u9jpB6UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vfrjLt49nsI/s1600/chicky12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-Pxt_bGh3s/Uj3u9jpB6UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vfrjLt49nsI/s400/chicky12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Visiting some friends out in California. &nbsp;It's so amazing to be able to travel all over and stay at people's houses without having to worry about hotels. We saved hundreds of dollars on this trip just from not having to stay at hotels, and because we are so fortunate that our Catholic friends are so awesome and hospitable to let us stay with them!</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMx0IB47WXI/Uj3vElA3lVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fJKe7f3jSuU/s1600/chicky13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMx0IB47WXI/Uj3vElA3lVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DaJA8XT2xtY/s1600/chicky13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMx0IB47WXI/Uj3vElA3lVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DaJA8XT2xtY/s320/chicky13.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Down in an old mine shaft. There were mummified mice and rabbits everywhere. I think someone dared me $100 to eat one...Yeah, that's a bet even I had to refuse.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQiTu4ufBLE/Uj3vLYIT6MI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NcJQezW-mxk/s1600/chicky29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQiTu4ufBLE/Uj3vLYIT6MI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NcJQezW-mxk/s1600/chicky29.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Now that is one good looking mummified rabbit. &nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z05gQw9h9vY/Uj3vRtlxzbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/09p41dNTB8A/s1600/chicky14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z05gQw9h9vY/Uj3vRtlxzbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/09p41dNTB8A/s400/chicky14.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Just a little modeling in front of a mini golf course. Looking off dramatically into the distance was a really big thing this trip.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEKZN7GGm4A/Uj3vcORLP7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SS_f8kXkS6A/s1600/chicky15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BEKZN7GGm4A/Uj3vcORLP7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SS_f8kXkS6A/s320/chicky15.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Here we are looking dramatically into the distance again. Only this time it's way more dramatic since we all have in-n-out hats. I think we should sell this picture to in-n-out so they can use it as an advertisement. It's a win-win!</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CYi2g-7Kk4/Uj3vfqgBR9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fwtuh1lxBvc/s1600/chicky16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CYi2g-7Kk4/Uj3vfqgBR9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fwtuh1lxBvc/s320/chicky16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz4IHLP30ik/Uj3ug_i1CzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/InScwKsS2cA/s1600/chicky8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz4IHLP30ik/Uj3ug_i1CzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/InScwKsS2cA/s320/chicky8.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkFLkPY6oGM/Uj3vkSvYiUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3T5Rf824EW8/s1600/chicky17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkFLkPY6oGM/Uj3vkSvYiUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3T5Rf824EW8/s400/chicky17.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkFLkPY6oGM/Uj3vkSvYiUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3T5Rf824EW8/s1600/chicky17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"An adventurous life doesn't necessarily mean climbing mountains, swimming with sharks or jumping off cliffs, it means risking yourself by leaving a little piece of you behind in all those you meet along the way."</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quVFk9cz2Hk/Uj3wzb9AIGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5IWl7hkPewE/s1600/chicky22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quVFk9cz2Hk/Uj3wzb9AIGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5IWl7hkPewE/s1600/chicky22.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLdLuCyQsyw/Uj3vukAY0fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dZ_uscaTLUE/s1600/chicky18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLdLuCyQsyw/Uj3vukAY0fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dZ_uscaTLUE/s400/chicky18.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>SECTION 2 OF SECTION 2...Arizona/Grand Canyon</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwlqmMEiY8I/Uj3vzHAukhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CwU_cgajGnw/s1600/chicky19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwlqmMEiY8I/Uj3vzHAukhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CwU_cgajGnw/s1600/chicky19.jpg" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eegee's. A local restaurant in Tucson. Not the greatest food, but the slushies were pretty awesome, and so were are tongues after we drank them! I guess only Kevin and I got the memo that we were supposed to stick our tongues out.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFlpIjYBspA/Uj3xRDeXBlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BpstZ7mp4ig/s1600/chicky25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFlpIjYBspA/Uj3xRDeXBlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BpstZ7mp4ig/s320/chicky25.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6g0op61IHdQ/Uj4MVyWEQ5I/AAAAAAAAALY/-cmBo1x32xs/s1600/chicky34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6g0op61IHdQ/Uj4MVyWEQ5I/AAAAAAAAALY/-cmBo1x32xs/s400/chicky34.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrrJaS1_Vco/Uj3wrtP9EzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XndpwSrZea0/s1600/chicky32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Standing on top of a mountain in Tucson. &nbsp;I don't think that Raphy got the memo to wave instead of look dramatically off into the distance. &nbsp;At least they got it right the second time though</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ir9OlPIkJI/Uj3v6rBOLuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2FCoE1IC8Kw/s1600/chicky30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ir9OlPIkJI/Uj3v6rBOLuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2FCoE1IC8Kw/s1600/chicky30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ir9OlPIkJI/Uj3v6rBOLuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2FCoE1IC8Kw/s1600/chicky30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ir9OlPIkJI/Uj3v6rBOLuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2FCoE1IC8Kw/s400/chicky30.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTUzpSnKVjg/Uj4Rw8fJ8QI/AAAAAAAAALk/0FM_XKroZiw/s1600/chicky35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTUzpSnKVjg/Uj4Rw8fJ8QI/AAAAAAAAALk/0FM_XKroZiw/s320/chicky35.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Left Tucson at midnight and drove until five in the morning so that we could make it to the Grand Canyon by sunrise. Most definitely worth it! &nbsp;The experience was complete with sleeping bags and left over cold pizza from the night before. One of our fellow tourists said we should have brought pizza for everyone and sold it. There's always next time I guess! &nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrrJaS1_Vco/Uj3wrtP9EzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XndpwSrZea0/s1600/chicky32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrrJaS1_Vco/Uj3wrtP9EzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XndpwSrZea0/s320/chicky32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background-color: transparent; clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"></table><span style="font-size: large;">I think that this is one of our few normal pictures of the whole trip. (And not the one of us eating pizza, by the way!)</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TiXffmLGfg/Uj3v19U-ikI/AAAAAAAAAJg/i0d8hizgCRU/s1600/chicky20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TiXffmLGfg/Uj3v19U-ikI/AAAAAAAAAJg/i0d8hizgCRU/s400/chicky20.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vebdYU70EPA/Uj3w3r5UdMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WJZeFeflfRo/s1600/chicky24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="384" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vebdYU70EPA/Uj3w3r5UdMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WJZeFeflfRo/s640/chicky24.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3srJmiqCwE/Uj3wtqtukEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/47nq2DBCfG8/s1600/chicky31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3srJmiqCwE/Uj3wtqtukEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/47nq2DBCfG8/s320/chicky31.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7GUkjlPYiM/Uj3xMnJxY9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ySOzy4tjMmQ/s1600/chicky23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7GUkjlPYiM/Uj3xMnJxY9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ySOzy4tjMmQ/s1600/chicky23.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;<span style="font-size: large;">Whether they are looking at me doing a back bend on the four corners or if they're looking at the sunrise at the Grand Canyon, I'll leave that up to you to decide...</span>Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-45964269236790497032013-09-21T12:03:00.000-07:002013-09-21T12:03:32.886-07:00YACTOAY! (You only come to America once a year) I think that YOLO might be a more appropriate title for this post, saying that I already live in America and all, however these last three weeks I've been lucky enough to have three German friends stay here in America with us, so our motto for the trip was yoactoay! You only come to America once a year. Well, I don't know if you could say it was our motto, since we came up with it on their last day of America, but never the less, it's our motto now!&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>I really can't think of a way to condense three weeks of pure awesome into a post that would be shorter than a novel. &nbsp;I can't even really think of where to begin. So I guess that I will just bombard you with pictures. Since a picture supposedly says a thousand words, it really will be a novel, but at least you won't be bored to death by the end! (I hope) &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SECTION ONE...ROCKIES GAME!!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWURKHEQIdw/Uj3qvrzJzqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ICNqtzie0ww/s1600/chicky1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWURKHEQIdw/Uj3qvrzJzqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ICNqtzie0ww/s400/chicky1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>&nbsp;Dominic (and me) on the big screen at a Rockies game. He sang give me the beat boy in front of thousands of fans. Definitely a most glorious moment of fame. (for me too, since I was on the screen in the background the whole time!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CH-8xYePKAg/Uj3qzGNgb_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qYXR4KSfXaw/s1600/chicky2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CH-8xYePKAg/Uj3qzGNgb_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qYXR4KSfXaw/s320/chicky2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; Ina and I with our epic Rockies face paint.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O91BC6t52nA/Uj3q36FP9dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KGxHgsmzVsc/s1600/chicky3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O91BC6t52nA/Uj3q36FP9dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KGxHgsmzVsc/s320/chicky3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I did Dominic's face, which is most definitely the reason he got picked to get on tv....haha</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5x85kDdIPw/Uj3q70tUa0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/GNeM2mezSrc/s1600/chicky4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5x85kDdIPw/Uj3q70tUa0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/GNeM2mezSrc/s320/chicky4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlleT99j3Ug/Uj3q_z2L2SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/it_89oA_Eg0/s1600/chicky6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlleT99j3Ug/Uj3q_z2L2SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/it_89oA_Eg0/s320/chicky6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Concentration</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8px_ytrZ2Y/Uj3rDZjIyWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8ettDWwJDsY/s1600/chicky7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8px_ytrZ2Y/Uj3rDZjIyWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8ettDWwJDsY/s400/chicky7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-86155489074986251322013-09-11T09:01:00.003-07:002013-09-11T09:01:53.270-07:00Happy birthday Mom!! :)It's been a while since I've written on here, mostly because these last couple weeks have been insanely busy since we've had friends from Germany visiting.&nbsp; We are actually in California with them right now, and are gonna meet my Grandparents for breakfast any minute, but I just wanted to&nbsp; make a quick post for my Mom on her birthday!<br /><br />&nbsp;Just wanting to let her know how much I appreciate her, and that I literally wouldn't even be here without her! ;) You are the best Mom anyone could ask for and I only hope that if I become a Mom I can be as good as you are! Thanks for helping me become who I am today. (Well, the person that I am on my good days!) I love you Mom!&nbsp; <br /><br />PS. Sorry if this isn't my most eloquent post, but I just woke up and haven't had breakfast yet, so it's a little hard to concentrate! ;) It still comes from the heart though! Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-55710037599819746072013-08-26T11:27:00.000-07:002013-08-26T11:55:07.762-07:00If it's free, it's worth it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOC6ENSEXJE/Uhua0wDMkqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1b_ySYaIJus/s1600/free+stuff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOC6ENSEXJE/Uhua0wDMkqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1b_ySYaIJus/s1600/free+stuff.jpg" /></a></div><a name='more'></a><br />I sort of have a passion for things that are free.&nbsp; I have never gone to King Sooper's without getting one of those free cookies for kids.&nbsp; I have never gone to Sam's Club without eating every sample I see as I'm walking by. ("Walking by" sometimes includes going to the opposite end of the store because there might be a sample you haven't tried yet just waiting for you.) As you know, I go to Village Inn every Wednesday for free pie. And I have never been to an apartment complex which serves free coffee in their clubhouse without drinking the said, "free coffee."<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1fmkYRNo1I/UhubBOavgzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U9_UsU9LQ6I/s1600/squirrel+drinking+coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1fmkYRNo1I/UhubBOavgzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/U9_UsU9LQ6I/s1600/squirrel+drinking+coffee.jpg" /></a><br />I have never really felt guilty about it, because someone has to eat and drink the free stuff.&nbsp; Besides, if nobody did, at the end of the day it would end up being thrown out and wasted anyways.&nbsp; I obviously can't let that happen, so I have made it my point to seek out all that is free and ultimately save it from it's destruction. Besides who can pass up free coffee? Let's just say, I definitely can't...<br /><br />At the apartment complex where I am living, there are two pools, and one of them has a clubhouse with a free work out room and free coffee. I'm still not sure if the clubhouse is for everyone at the complex, or if it's just for the people who pay more rent to live at the nicer apartments, but either way, they have free Starbucks coffee!&nbsp; One morning I could no longer resist.<br /><br />It was about 8:30 A.M., (which is earlier than I usually get up) and I really wanted some of that Starbucks, so I walked over to the Clubhouse, only to find that the gate was locked.&nbsp; I was pretty disappointed,&nbsp; but decided I wouldn't let that stop me.&nbsp; The fence surrounding the clubhouse really isn't that high, and I was able to get over it pretty easily.&nbsp; After that I just walked right into the clubhouse and started up the big industrial coffee maker thingy. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8ryc1oYckY/UhuddnvJPBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hwXdugToV4I/s1600/coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U8ryc1oYckY/UhuddnvJPBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hwXdugToV4I/s200/coffee.jpg" width="118" /></a></div>I was starting to feel a little bit guilty now, mostly because I felt like someone was watching me. And that's probably because someone was watching me. Actually it was three security guys who worked at the clubhouse. I hurried up and finished making it, and started to head for the door, when one of the security guys stops me and says, "Umm, excuse me, but how did you get in here? Our offices don't open until 9:00." I pointed to the gate and said, "Oh, I just got in right over there." He said, "Oh, ok. That's fine, just remember that the offices don't open until 9:00."<br /><br />I quickly started walking towards the gate, spilling coffee on myself as I left. The gate was still locked, and I knew that he was still watching me, so I couldn't leave the way that I came. Then he walks over to me again and says, "Ma'am, the only gate that is unlocked is the one in the back."&nbsp; I didn't even say anything and went straight to the back gate and once I was out felt totally relieved.&nbsp; Until I saw two of the security guards come out and get on their golf carts...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_f3XG6u1vl4/UhubM1ZIS6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7sVu1r2KG1o/s1600/security+guys+on+golf+cart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_f3XG6u1vl4/UhubM1ZIS6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7sVu1r2KG1o/s320/security+guys+on+golf+cart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Lo and behold, they were following me.&nbsp; At this point I started to run, and after I had spilled nearly half of my coffee on myself, decided to hide it in a bush. I kept running, and then ducked into a corridor type area, where the doors to the apartments are.&nbsp; I was pretty well hidden, so I could hear them saying, "I'm pretty sure she went this way." I waited there a little longer, then went out the opposite end, and after a little more running, I finally lost them.<br /><br />The only thing left to do was risk going back in front of the clubhouse to retrieve my coffee. And well, obviously I did. It's been a couple days since that happened, and I still get nervous walking in front of that building. I'm hoping that they were just bored and had nothing better to do that morning, and have already forgotten about it by now, but I don't really regret it. It was coffee, it was free, and it was worth it! Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-67649512744796579522013-08-22T11:42:00.001-07:002013-08-22T11:42:15.570-07:00Ventures at Village Inn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CN6h9-GK5Sw/UhZar-gOQbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Iw1x7R5Izkg/s1600/free+pie+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CN6h9-GK5Sw/UhZar-gOQbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Iw1x7R5Izkg/s200/free+pie+2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So, I'm not sure how many of you know that Wednesday is free pie day at Village Inn, but I am here to tell you that Wednesday is easily my favorite day of the week besides Sunday...And yes, it's most definitely because I can get free pie! Yesterday was the third week in a row that I've been, and it most definitely hasn't gotten old yet. Although, I'm wondering if it's getting old for the waiters and managers to see me there every week and to only order a drink and then get free pie out of it. <br /><br />The first week I went I ended up eating alone, because I gave the wrong Village Inn address to the people I was supposed to meet. Since I don't have my car yet, (Which is a story for another day) I always have to walk everywhere I want to go or depend on other people to bring me places. &nbsp;I usually prefer walking if I can because I don't want to be too much of a leach. It works out on Wednesdays because it's probably less than two miles to the nearest Village Inn. &nbsp;However, when the people I'm supposed to meet end up going to a different one twenty miles away because I gave them the wrong address, I can't exactly get up and walk twenty miles. Well, I guess technically I could, but I don't think it would be worth it even for free pie.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6nHjn2RPvM0/UhZbDr1XWyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DujYsijr8G0/s1600/miss+piggy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6nHjn2RPvM0/UhZbDr1XWyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DujYsijr8G0/s1600/miss+piggy.jpg" /></a>So there I was eating alone at a table. I'm sure it was all in my head, but I kept imagining people giving me these dirty looks like, "What kind of loser is she, that she has to eat by herself?" Like I said, I'm sure it was in my head, but that was the first time I had ever eaten at restaurant alone, so I was pretty self conscious. &nbsp;It didn't help that when I went up to pay, the manager said; "Aww, did you get stood up?" I just said, "Well, yeah, kind of. I guess that it was sort of my fault though since I told them to go to the wrong Village Inn." "Oh, well you should just stand them up next time they invite you somewhere and say that you got the wrong address!"<br /><br />That was my first venture at Village Inn. The week after that I told my brother Kevin I was gonna be going, and he said that he'd meet me there, so I felt a lot better that I wouldn't be there by myself. However, twenty minutes later and I was feeling how I felt the first time, only worse, because I'm sure they would totally think I was a loser if I got "stood up" twice. After a little while I asked for a kid's menu, so I probably looked like even more of a loser. It kept me occupied though and I didn't have to look at the waiter, with his "evil looks." Let's just say I was extremely relieved when Kevin finally did show up!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JjfmbUhipI/UhZaiJAcj1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gv1vlyfPREY/s1600/free+pie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JjfmbUhipI/UhZaiJAcj1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gv1vlyfPREY/s1600/free+pie.jpg" /></a>Then just yesterday, I went again obviously, but Kevin and I met there at the same time, so I felt like a total non-loser this time! Until the manager came over when we were about half way through eating our pie, and said to me with a totally straight face, "You know, this is the third week in a row that you have sat here at this table and gotten free pie." I was starting to get kind of nervous because I thought that he was going to say that you had to actually order a meal in order to get the pie, and that he was mad that I had been just getting pie every week. So, then he continued, saying, "And every week it's been with a different guy!" Then he just started laughing and before I could even say anything about being with Kevin both times, he just said, "Well, I'll expect to see you again next week."<br /><br />Next week we're planning on going to ten different Village Inn's and getting ten pieces of pie. We'll see if we can survive it. :) Only six more days until free pie!Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-37397819879205846092013-08-13T15:14:00.002-07:002013-08-13T15:22:29.240-07:00Things that go crunch in the night<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCaerEPihdM/Ugqusx2g03I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vmy3nWe7hNQ/s1600/shelobspider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCaerEPihdM/Ugqusx2g03I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Vmy3nWe7hNQ/s320/shelobspider.jpg" width="320" /></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well, I was originally going to start this post by putting an absurd scientific statistic saying how many spiders an average person eats while sleeping during their life time.&nbsp; However, after doing a little "googling," I found out that a normal person doesn't actually consume a dozen or more spiders over the course of their lifetime. It's really only an urban legend. One site even claims: " This "statistic" was not only made up out of whole cloth, it was invented as an example of the absurd things people will believe simply because they come across them on the Internet."<br /><br />&nbsp;<a href="http://mentalfloss.com/article/50951/how-many-spiders-do-you-really-swallow-your-sleep#ixzz2bt5xIuMw">http://mentalfloss.com/article/50951/how-many-spiders-do-you-really-swallow-your-sleep#ixzz2bt5xIuMw</a><br /><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"></div><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">&nbsp;<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I think rather than "how many spiders does the average person eat during their lifetime?"&nbsp; The question should actually be: "How many spiders have tormented and molested innocent "average" people and ultimately make it so they no longer fit into the category of "average." I have never been the type that screams and runs when they see a spider.&nbsp; I've actually never even been a little bit afraid of them.&nbsp; However, I am beginning to become a little bit afraid of the huge welt that one of those fiends created on my big toe, and I really don't think that it can be categorized as average. </div><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"></div><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leQEN3ZCtg0/Ugqu-Y4yEMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X57_cMfQNVw/s1600/little-miss-muffet-national.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leQEN3ZCtg0/Ugqu-Y4yEMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X57_cMfQNVw/s320/little-miss-muffet-national.gif" width="213" /></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; I guess I lied in my last post when I said I don't have a single complaint. (Well, I actually said I didn't have a single complain. And yes, I did realize that wasn't proper grammar right after I wrote it, but figured that it rhymed better and I could just use my "poetic license.") &nbsp; I could complain about a lot of things having to do with those stupid eight legged villains. Like how I had to wash all my sheets and blankets in fear they would torture me yet again. They've already gotten me three times now! You'd think that would be enough for them. I could also complain about how I had to walk to Wal-greens with one shoe since it really hurt to wear a shoe on my bitten big toe foot! And I'm also gonna complain about how my big toe looks like a hot dog now.&nbsp;</div><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp; It's really not as bad as I'm making it sound. (I was just using my "exaggeration license!")&nbsp; I do think though, that some of those little devils might actually deserve to be eaten. I'm not saying that I believe I swallow dozens of spiders in my lifetime, and I'm not saying I would want to.&nbsp; But it might just be better than waking up to find a hot dog in the place of your big toe. </div><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"></div><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">&nbsp; &nbsp;</div>Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-83423265273398207602013-08-13T14:05:00.002-07:002013-08-13T14:24:53.226-07:00 Lovin' the life I'm livin'! <div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhJVCsr2qVQ/UgqjFWoZAPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_JfHEegQIlU/s1600/chickymickydancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhJVCsr2qVQ/UgqjFWoZAPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_JfHEegQIlU/s320/chickymickydancing.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to the little things that will be remembered</div><div style="text-align: center;">To those little moments that are quietly treasured.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to not having a single complain,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And to singing and dancing in the rain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to appreciating all I've been given,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And simply lovin' the life that I'm livin'. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br />Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120000870381275473.post-66052022459476198342013-08-08T17:31:00.003-07:002013-08-08T17:31:42.834-07:00What is in a nickname?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agrz_tJ9JAY/UgQ4PdHKZpI/AAAAAAAAADg/JBfiW3ncsco/s1600/CHICKY+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agrz_tJ9JAY/UgQ4PdHKZpI/AAAAAAAAADg/JBfiW3ncsco/s200/CHICKY+3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEovzrPctEc/UgQ4BMHY1aI/AAAAAAAAADY/x_wWLb5uY3o/s1600/CHICKY+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Many people have asked the question what is in a name? It is a typical school writing assignment, and I'm sure hundreds if not thousands of people throughout the world have written papers and essays about the question 'What is in a name?'&nbsp; However, what I want to know is, how many people have given any thought to the question: "What is in a nickname?"&nbsp;<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A name is something that sets you apart and makes you unique and different from everyone else. I believe that a nickname is something that makes you even more special and can even define who we are and how people perceive us.&nbsp; As you might have already guessed my nickname is Chicky! :) Personally, I think it sort of defines me in a way, and totally suits my character and personality.&nbsp; It's not like I don't like my own name, or think that it doesn't fit me.&nbsp; Michelle Frances is a wonderful and strong name.&nbsp; Especially since I was named after St. Micheal, and my name in Latin means, "Who is like unto God." You have to admit that is hard to beat. However, I have gotten so used to being called Chicky, it's sometimes almost weird to hear someone say Michelle.&nbsp; In fact, some people only use my real name if they are angry with me.&nbsp; My second eldest brother, brother Kevin, being the main one.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; Kevin rarely ever calls me anything but Chicky, which makes sense, since he is the one that pretty much made the name viral, even though <br />he wasn't the one that originally came up with it. That is somewhat of a controversial matter in my family. Well, we all know that I got the name from a waitress who randomly called me Chicky, but where and when I received it is often a topic of debate.&nbsp; All I remember is sitting in a restaurant and trying to order a Rosy Cotton instead of a Shirley Temple, and the perky waitress replying, "What was it you wanted again, Chicky." The rest is more or less history.&nbsp; It took a little while to stick, but with my older brothers constantly using it, (especially Kevin) it became my universal nickname.<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course I also go by quite a few other names, Among the many are: Sallie Anne, (One of my favorites, given to me by my Aunt) Shelly, Michi-Bishi, Micky-D, Chick-stupid, and Chickopatumus.&nbsp; You can see why Chicky ended up sticking!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H39Yn9QYaR8/UgQ2zJXP7kI/AAAAAAAAADM/yRD_IagWvkc/s1600/CHICKY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H39Yn9QYaR8/UgQ2zJXP7kI/AAAAAAAAADM/yRD_IagWvkc/s200/CHICKY.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>&nbsp; I think that my nickname has totally defined me though, and I absolutely love it! I couldn't imagine a life not being Chicky!&nbsp; I also thought this post was an appropriate way to start my blog, especially considering its title.&nbsp; I hope you enjoyed your very first chat with Chicky. &nbsp; Michelle Davishttps://plus.google.com/104942992972416152337noreply@blogger.com2